We all think about our possible pasts and what could have been. My past seems to like to come and visit me. It’s fine. I enjoy the company.
Someone tried to break my heart the other day. But the joke was on her.
It was a lot sadder and lonelier holiday weekend than I planned – even though it was also busier and more crowded than I had planned as well.
For the most part, I’ve not had the type of luck that anyone would want. Except in one regard.
It’s been five years since you died. Half a decade. That blows my mind.
Went to two birthday parties the other night. Was hoping for an earlier night than actually happened.
Took a quick trip out west to quiet my head. I’m glad I went.
My son’s teacher and guidance counselor called me up the other day. I knew they would, eventually.
Had some pretty horrific news from an old friend of mine. Trying to sort it all out in my head.
The death of someone I met just once put me into this introspective spiral recently.